#december x 500

[trulybetty]

december x 500 | the masterlist

Apparently, October didn't dissuade me from doing this again! So Let's see how this month fairs, hopefully, a little better since I'm a little more prepared. So here's to a month of just random drabbles, one-shots and possibly a couple visits up north to Baker Marcus™️ all somewhat holiday/festive themed (some you might have to squint to see lol)

prompts list used. AO3

dec' x 01 - starry night (frankie x reader)

dec' x 02 - baking (frankie x reader)

dec' x 03 - hot chocolate (maplewood!joel x reader) | teaser

dec' x 04 - scarf (jack x reader)

dec' x 05 - music (tim x reader)

dec' x 06 - snowflakes (joel x ofc!charlotte)

dec' x 07 - joy (frankie x reader)

dec' x 08 - sweets (maplewood!marcus p. x reader)

dec' x 09 - fuzzy socks (dieter x reader)

dec' x 10 - sleigh ride (dieter x reader)

dec' x 11 - stars (frankie x reader)

dec' x 12 - mulled wine (maplewood!joel x reader) | teaser

dec' x 13 - candles (jack x reader)

dec' x 14 - books (frankie x reader)

dec' x 15 - ornaments (jack x reader)

dec' x 16 - snowball fight (marcus p. x reader)

dec' x 17 - miracle (jack x reader)

dec' x 18 - christmas market (maplewood!marcus p. x reader)

dec' x 19 - apron (maplewood!joel x reader)

dec' x 20 - coming home (frankie x reader)

dec' x 21 - wrapping paper (dieter x ofc!bryony)

dec' x 22 - christmas tree (sequins!joel x reader)

dec' x 23 - fairy lights (dieter x ofc!bryony)

dec' x 24 - secrets (jack x reader)

dec' x 25 - family (tim x reader)

dec' x 26 - cookies (maplewood!marcus p. x reader)

dec' x 27 - reunions (sequins!joel x reader)

dec' x 28 - snowman (sequins!joel x reader)

dec' x 29 - wishes (jack x reader)

dec' x 30 - silence (tim x reader)

dec' x 31 - fireworks (sequins!joel x reader)

[vague-humanoid]

A pro-Israel “surveillance network” that has offered bounties for information on pro-Palestinian protesters is establishing a foothold in Australia and claims to have secured meetings with key federal politicians, leaked messages show.

Shirion Collective, which has largely focused on the US and UK, boasts of its ability to scrape digital fingerprints to “aggressively track and expose antisemites”. It is one of a number of groups that have gained prominence on social media during the Israel-Gaza war, publicly naming individuals it accuses of being antisemitic.

Shirion Collective claims it has an AI tool called Maccabee which can identify and track targets.

In one post on X, Shirion outlines a scenario in which the tool creates and releases deepfake videos – falsified content that looks and sounds genuine – to embarrass individuals who take down posters picturing Israeli hostages.

On its X account, Shirion Collective has claimed to offer bounties of US$500 for information on people in videos. In a December post it claimed it would pay up to US$15,000 for “crucial insights” about politicians, US$7,500 for medical doctors and US$250 for students.

Leaked screenshots of Shirion’s Telegram channel, shared with Guardian Australia by the White Rose Society, an anti-fascist researchgroup, show Shirion has become active in Australia, with participants identifying potential targets and boasting of attempts to meet the home affairs minister, Clare O’Neil, and the shadow home affairs minister, James Paterson.

Anonymised Shirion members discussed presenting O’Neil and Paterson with a list of names to ensure they were “brought to justice according to the rule of law”.

“Need help. We managed to get into home affairs calendar, need to come prepared with people with hate speech and names that the government didn’t held [sic] accountable,” one anonymous user said.

“Meeting with Clair [sic] or her stuff [sic] … we also have a meeting with the shadow minister.”

Both O’Neil and Paterson’s offices said they had not met anyone who identified themselves as part of Shirion Collective.

The leaked texts show people on the Shirion channel discussed adding the names of individuals to a “watch list” and mass reporting posts on social media.

Some Australians whose social media accounts were linkedin the channel had shared antisemitic, racist and conspiracy theory content on social media. Others were pro-Palestinian activists who do not appear to have posted or shared antisemitic content.

When contacted via its social media accounts, a Shirion member describing themself as the “social media guy” said the “Ai is a quiet project with an internal team”.

The Shirion member said “bounties were for info and was in the USA not Australia”. The member said Shirion’s Telegram channel was open.

“The telegram [sic] is open and we do a soft verification that people are real. But freedom of speech is welcome there,” the Shirion member said.

The member said they would refer Guardian Australia’s questions to a “commander” but no further response was received.

Shirion Collective is one of several groups that say they track and fight antisemitism, largely through identifying individuals online.

Canary Mission, which has been operating since at least 2015, maintains lists of students, professors and other individuals on its website who it claims “promote hatred of the USA, Israel and Jews”. Another prominent account on X, StopAntisemitism, shares the names and employers or academic institutions of individuals, and often directs its more than 298,000 followers where to make complaints.

The leaked posts from the Shirion Collective Telegram channel point to some publicly available material its contributors regard as antisemitic, but also discuss creating “infiltrator” accounts to view and share material from private Instagram accounts.

In the leaked posts seen by Guardian Australia, contributors do not reveal personally identifiable information about any individual that is not publicly available.

The Shirion Collective account on X/Twitter has identified people it alleges have posted antisemitic material, or statements in support of Hamas, and tagged in their employer or academic institution in the case of students.

Naming someone online is not necessarily illegal, but Michael Bradley, a managing partner at Marque Lawyers, warned there were potential implications depending on the nature of the claims, such as harassment and intimidation or even racial vilification.

“Using social media as a mechanism for coalescing groups that want to engage in doxing activity, it’s obviously extremely powerful,” he said.

Last month, a Sydney resident named Theo had a picture of his house and his street address posted to a Facebook group.

Theo, who asked that his surname not be used, had raised a Palestinian flag and placed a blackboard with messages critical of Israel in front of his Botany home.

Less than two weeks later, a ​​jerry can with rags stuffed into it, a disposable lighter and large bolts were placed on the bonnet of his car with a message that read: “Enough! Take down flag! One chance!!!!”

The incident prompted the deployment of the bomb squad and local police.

The investigation has not been transferred to the counter-terror investigators and remains with local police.

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[geekynerfherder]

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[etherealyoungk]

lazy days - jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

warnings: fluff, terms of endearment, kissing

wordcount: 500

it's the weekend and you're elated to finally have the opportunity to sleep in after a hectic weekend. given it's december, it's oh so cold, freezing actually. you're cuddled up in bed as you stir awake, hearing the sound of your alarm as you reach out to turn it off without opening your eyes and you go right back into your slumber, wanting nothing but to make the most of the chance to have a lazy morning. wonwoo arms naturally wrap themselves around you as he pulls you into his chest and you sigh, content as you fall back asleep.

you stir awake again at 10:30am, the room still dark and you can make out the grey clouds from the window and hear the faint patter of rain outside as you blink your eyes awake. wonwoo is sitting up, scrolling through his phone and he looks at you as you stir awake. his hair is still cutely dishevelled and his glasses adorn his face. he pushes them up the bridge of his nose as he turns his head towards you, smiling softly upon seeing you awake,

"good morning love", he greets. "sleep well?", he asks as you rest your head on his stomach. "so well", you tell, feeling well-rested and relaxed. later after breakfast, you both end up back in bed because it was so cold and chilly, it was really the perfect weather to curl up in bed and read or watch something. so that's exactly what you did. you and wonwoo decide to read a book together. you're curled up beside him as you both read, while you make a few comments about the charaters and where the plot is going. wonwoo was enjoying the book, but you? not so much, it wasn't your cup of tea. and wonwoo picks up on this. it doesn't go unnoticed by him - the way you were playing with his fingers, your gaze lowered and you mind elsewere.

"is it boring?", he asks, breaking the silence, his voice soft. "it's not bad?", you say, trying not to sound too mean. "then it's boring", he completes, knowing you like the back of his hand and you give in. "fine, maybe it is boring for me", you admit as you blink up at him and he chuckles, putting the book aside.

"should've told me before baby", he says, intertwining his fingers in your hand. "but you were enjoying it", you counter.

"have i told you how much i love you?", he asks, making you raise your brow at him.

"hm as a matter of fact no", you tease and he chuckles, his laugh like honey to your ears.

"i love you", he says and you grin shyly. no matter how many times he told you those three words, you always got shy and nervous. "i love you too", you say, rather bashfully and he kisses your cheek, leaving a lingering kiss there before you cup his face, leaning in to kiss him.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 5 — Cozy Morning

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 500

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, mild Smut — mild explicit content/language, implied nudity and sex.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

The December mornings were always cold, but with a raging snowstorm outside your bedroom window, it was almost freezing inside the room. Amidst the aftermath of passionate lovemaking the night before with Bucky, you had forgotten to put on extra heating, leaving you almost shivering beside him now, the comforter doing nothing to keep you warm. Bucky, still remaining peacefully asleep, seemed unaffected by the chill in the room.

Seeking refuge from the cold, you snuggled into his side, molding your body to his form. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you absorbed the warmth and comfort emanating from Bucky, your personal furnace. You planted a kiss on his shoulder, the warmth of his skin a remedy for your cold lips.

Still in a daze of slumber, Bucky began to stir, a faint smile gracing his lips as he opened his eyes to find you cuddled against him like a content cat.

In a swift and gentle movement, he pulled you on top of him, savoring the weight of your naked body against his chest.

“Mornin’, doll,” Bucky mumbled, his voice husky from sleep, sending a delicious shiver through you. His flesh arm encircled your waist, drawing you even closer. “What’s got you all cute and cuddly this morning?” He teased, nuzzling your nose with a gaze filled with adoration.

“You’re so warm and cozy,” you murmured against his lips, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “You make the cold disappear,” you purred before sealing your sentiment with a lingering, heated kiss.

Bucky groaned in approval, deepening the kiss as he enveloped you with both arms. Swiftly, he pulled the covers over, cocooning you in a haven of warmth and intimacy. Underneath the covers, you exchanged kisses and caresses, creating a shared fortress against the cold.

Breaking the kiss, you threaded your fingers through his hair and whispered against his lips. “You’re my favorite way to stay warm, Bucky.”

He kissed you passionately, switching positions with expert ease, resting comfortably between your spread thighs. Open-mouthed kisses trailed along your jaw and neck, eliciting sweet moans.

“Let me warm you up, baby,” Bucky murmured seductively, rocking inside your heat, making your back arch and legs lock around his waist—the storm outside ragging on as you and Bucky got lost in one another with fiery passion.

After the lovemaking that was as passionate as the night before, you and he lay entwined, treasuring the newfound warmth and comfort after the bliss you and he reached together. Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Bucky’s hands, both flesh and machine, danced across your back, caressing your skin.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Bucky spoke in a gentle rumble. “What should we do today, doll?” He kissed the top of your head as he spoke the question.

You tilted your head to meet his handsome face. “How about a lazy day in? We can have a warm bath together before ordering some breakfast and start on some Christmas movies, maybe?”

Bucky’s eyes lit up, and a gorgeous smile crossed his face. “That sounds perfect, baby.”

You spent a few more moments tangled in the sheets, exchanging soft kisses and affectionate whispers, before you got up to continue your cozy morning with each other.

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[alwaysbewoke]

Racist print promoting anti-abolitionists' fears of multiracial personal relationships. Created by Edward Williams Clay in 1839. On December 13, 1893, Judge Householder of Knoxville, Tennessee, sent an entire family to jail on felony miscegenation charges. Setting bond at $500, he jailed a black man named Jim McFarland, and his mother, Ms. McFarland, a black woman, Henry Whitehead, a black man, Harriet Smith, who local authorities reported was a white woman, and her children from prior relationships with white men, Lydia Smith and John Smith. At the time of arrest, the multigenerational family lived in the same household. The court’s order left a young child at home without a caregiver. The family spent over a month in jail before facing trial in January. Newspapers noted that Smith had reported to them “with shameless candor,” that she was actually a black woman—while her mother was white, her father was a light-skinned black man—and that she had never pretended to be white. Local news speculated further that since Smith’s children had white fathers, those children living with black men and women might violate the miscegenation codes as written “even should the taint of negro blood be traced to the remote degree claimed.” Local media and the white Knoxville community praised Squire Householder’s actions, reporting that he “came to the rescue of the community” by “starting a war on the crime of miscegenation.” Ultimately, a month after her arrest, Smith was tried before a jury that determined she was “of colored stock,” and acquitted her and Henry Whitehead of miscegenation. However, the jury still convicted them both of lewdness for living together, and they were each sentenced to 11 months in the workhouse. The cases against her children were dropped by the prosecutor after this verdict.

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[mortytheestallion]

soft

Rick Sanchez x Reader

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: MINORS DNI, mentions of sex, slight angst, fluff

A/N: Hello! I am getting back on the horse, and here’s a new drabble to start! This drabble is reflective of season 6 Rick, but no spoilers for the finale. Reminder that my inbox is open for the rest of December, and I look forward to hearing from you <3

“Here sweetie, let me grab that.” It's unnerving. Typically Rick slinks out of sight when you bring in the groceries, or do any chores really. Yet, here he is. Large, warm hands briefly caress yours as he lifts the paper bags you were currently struggling with into his own arms. It makes your chest bloom, but you tamper down the feeling. This road always leads to disappointment.

“Thank you, Rick,” you murmur back, your face still chapped from the harsh winds. Winter isn’t a season that brings change, but it almost seems like Santa has brought you a new Rick. You’re not sure if you like it or not, but not walking on eggshells is nice. Tenderness is nice, but you can’t help but feel like something isn’t right. Guilt sinks like a pit at the bottom of your stomach, and the word ‘ungrateful’ knocks around unhelpfully in your head.

It's nice to see the kids, and Beth so happy though. It makes the feeling of impending doom worse.

You watch cautiously as he begins to set items on the counter, humming a little tune you’re not familiar with. Shrugging your coat off, you continue watching him out of the corner of your peripheral. It's almost like if you take your eyes off of him for a second, something will snap, and old Rick will be back. The thought feels wrong, you love Rick, which means loving all sides.

That doesn’t make it any easier, though.

The house is eerily quiet as well. Typically at this time of day the sound of Morty’s games echo through the living room, clashing with Summer’s endless tiktok binges. Jerry putters around looking for something to do, usually following around the two Beth’s, who have taken a liking to crocheting. Well Beth has, Space Beth usually holds the yarn and pours the wine. You like it, having found your place in this unconventional family.

“Where is everyone?” You ask, putting away the new set of dish towels you just bought. Rick closes the fridge, and turns to you with a tender smile. A genuine smile. You can’t help but feel a little freaked out, although he's been smiling a lot more lately.

“Seeing a movie. I figured I’d wait and-and we’d get some alone time.” He��s so relaxed. You know he has a soft spot for Christmas, and maybe the therapy is working. It’s surprising how fast he’s made changes, once so unagreeable and now considerate. Supportive. Maybe you should take it in stride, embrace it. Enjoy his love while you have it.

You decide to offer him a smile in return, reaching for his lapels to pull him closer. The vanilla ice cream on the counter is melting, but you push it to the back of your mind. His calloused hand rests softly on the back of your neck, his thumb gently rubbing circles at the corner of your jaw. He leans in to kiss you, and you let him.

It’s warm and gentle, you can remember when kissing Rick was all teeth and tongue. Before your relationship used to be nothing but sex, now it’s morphed into something more. He put chains on your tires when it snowed last week, and showed you how to play some new video game with him and the kids.

You like this new Rick. You like being soft.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

LOML!!! rommate ethan 🤏🏻🤏🏻 with the prompts 3 and 7 pls pls

‘the heat is turned off because our landlord sucks so i slept in your bed last night and i’m realizing how much i enjoy waking up next to you’ and ‘our friends keep joking we’re a married couple and now you’ve started doing it too and would everyone please stop that because now i can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to call you mine’

since this is the last 500 celebration blurb went a little over. also you know that picture of the couple cuddling in front of the tv? that’s ethan and reader here.

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader wc: 1.3K

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december twentieth. the coldest day new york has gotten in its winter season as it’s blanketed in piles of white slush. a tiny two bed one bath in brooklyn, with its three occupants were currently fighting for their lives. not in a horror movie sense, more like, we’re gonna die of hypothermia, sense.

you, ethan, and chad were bundled in layers of long shirts, approximately three pairs of sweatpants each, thick fuzzy socks, a pair of mittens and blankets. the three of you were shivering to the bone, the broken heater doing nothing to fight the chilly air that was able to seep through the cracks. the only way to possibly get a few minutes of heat back into your skin would be standing under running hot water, but it wasn’t worth running up the water bill.

“man this is so fucked up. should not be paying twelve hundred for this shithole.” chad’s teeth clinked together on every other word. shuffling in his spot like a child as he pull this fleece blanket tighter.

you and ethan were cuddled, sorry, huddled close on the couch while sharing blanket number five together. “very convenient how mr. kurch is out of town. and seemingly doesn’t have his phone.” a grumbled complaint with actual puffs of air leaving your chapped lips. ethan pulled you closer with his left arm around your waist and kept it there as you sat thigh to thigh.

“you know what,” chad pushed himself from the pink beanbag on the floor and threw his blankets down, “i’m heading over to sam and tara’s. for sure they got heat, my dick is shriveling into my body.”

“ew.” “gross, chad.” you and ethan groaned at his crude language.

“oh grow up mr and mrs landry. pretty sure ethan is feeling the same, but keeping it to himself since you're here.” and then chad left the two of you as he went down the hall to his room.

eyes turning to ethan as he kept his eyes forward and mouth tight. his cheeks rosy and you knew it was mostly due to the weather, but you had to ask out of curiosity. “you feel the same? …dick shriveling-“ “please don’t say that…. but yes.” ethan shuddered.

“…my nipples are rock hard.” “oh my god.” both your chest bursting with intoxicating giggles at the odd choice of topic. eyes closed with cheeks pushing up, neither of you spotted chad until he spoke up.

“i’ll leave you two lovebirds to the nest. little house play while i’m gone.” and before you could object to chad’s claims he turned on his heel and pointed a strong finger at ethan, “no sex in my bed. i swear if i find out, hell will rain upon this home.” and he ended his one sided conversation with the door shutting close behind him, duffle bag in tow.

the apartment instantly felt one hundred degrees with chad’s words settling in the air. but ethan didn’t seem bothered, in fact he grabbed you tight around the waist and pulled you into his lap. you sat sideways with your right side leaning into his chest and your head sat on his shoulder while he leaned his into your temple.

“been waiting to hold you closer, but knew chad was gonna be annoying. now we’re sharing body heat.” “i don’t think we have much body heat left.” but you snuggled in closer.

ethan’s covered hands rubbed up and down on your arm and thigh, it caused you to shiver even more. “wanna watch a movie in my bed?” ethan’s words kissed over your skin with his low voice.

“what movie?” not caring about the movie, but wanting a bit more convincing. you really wanted to lay in ethan’s bed though.

he sighed, “whatever you want. just want to hang with you.” and how that statement turned your insides to jelly. “wanna watch the spongebob movie?” leaning your body away to peer at ethan’s face. his muddy brown irises were bouncing around, staying a few seconds longer on your lips, before he stared directly into your soul and grinned.

“are you gonna quote the movie?” an involuntary eye roll, “duh.” his smile widened and his palm gave your thigh to quick smacks, “spongebob it is.” then he leaned in to peck your jawline.

‘what the fuck’ your mind screamed in delight.

so you and ethan grabbed your blankets and shuffled to his shared room with chad. they were nice to let you have a separate room since you have to share the bathroom. ethan’s side was decorated with movie and musician posters, some collectibles and books. chad’s with football stuff and some musician posters, a computer set up for streams he does.

ethan crawled in first so he could lay against the wall then you crawled in with a small gap between your bodies, but ethan once again wrapped your waist and pulled your back to his chest. even with the layers of clothing it felt like you were skin to skin, your heart was gonna beat out your chest if he kept doing this.

“your really comfortable,” ethan laid his chin over your shoulder so he could watch the movie. his arm staying curled tight around you. “it’s the multiple shirts and jackets.” skirting around the compliment, getting overwhelmed by how overly affectionate ethan is being.

the night dwindled on, the movie reached the half hour mark, your eyes were drooping with fatigue and ethan was snoring loudly in your ear. with one blink came a second that was heavier, then a third, which ended with a fourth blink that shut your eyes tight for the night as the loud soundtrack and voice of the child’s movie became your background noise.

the next morning was still freezing. eyelashes stuck together with a nose feeling running and lips horribly cracked, the shining sun snuck between cracks in ethan’s curtains. face scrunching from the brightness you groaned in your throat before twisting in the piles of sheets and blankets so you were facing ethan’s sleepy pout.

his usual rosy plush lips turned to a light blue over night as their parted and puffs of icy air enter the space. the tip of his button nose was rudolph red and the apples of his cheeks splashed with pink over his freckles. his curls were messy and tossed every which way and you couldn’t help as your mitten covered hand played and pushed them around.

ethan took a deep inhale through his nose before pulling you close with his arms that held you like you would disappear in the night. you wouldn’t though, not if you had a say. the whole night just felt… normal. yeah, the two of you would have movie nights and be a bit touchy with each other, but the moment chad left and ethan pulled you into his lap it just felt like he was being more than friendly.

“ethan.” whispering his name. he didn’t move or make a sound, so you dropped your palm to his cheek and ran your thumb under his eye as you called his name a few more times and a little louder.

a big inhale and scrunch of his face he mumbled with a thickness to his words, “why are you waking me up early, when we get to play house? we can sleep in.”

and you were more than happy to play house. sleep in the same bed, wake up together, cook together. just being together. “do you want to continue playing house even when chad comes back?” a hushed question with a loaded meaning and answer.

ethan groaned again as he pushed his icicle face to your neck and pressed a feather light kiss to when your jawline meets the bottom of your ear. you thought you imagined the action before he spoke to your spiked pulse point, “i’ve wanted to play house two weeks after i met you.”

there was a lovesick smile taking over your face. how you can’t wait to play house in the future, but right now, “ethan, i think we should go to sam’s. my body actually hurts.”

“wanna just take a shower. together. won’t mind running up the water bill if we’re sharing.” and you could feel the smirk from his lips.

you took a few seconds before- “get up, husband. gotta make the wife happy.”

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[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch. 14 -Interlude II

T/W: 18+, NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, explicit sexual content, masturbation, size kink, corruption kink, mild blood drinking, throat/thigh fuck, dastardly vampire bullying his Reader in a good way, angst. Hi the ovaries woke up for this Ch. On AO3 Words: 4480

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays to those who celebrate something else! I hope this December finds everyone in the company of those you love most. Another year is just around the corner!

Wow! 500 kudos and many, many notes for this fic. Thank you to all my readers for your ongoing support! And if vampire smut isn't for you, I hope you will enjoy the next chapter in the New Year!

The lights were dim in your bedroom, the quiet hum of the furnace coming on and your muted, laboured breaths the only sounds breaking the tranquility. It felt like you were on fire. The skin on your back was slick with sweat as you held your breath in concentration.

Pleasure shot up your spine. You sighed blissfully, sinking further into the bountiful pillows by the headboard so the fluffy surface eased some of the muscle ache from your neck as you plunged a small toy into your core repeatedly. In and out at a snail’s pace, to savour the sensation of the rounded ridges catching on your gummy walls.

A droplet of sweat beaded at your temple. Your clit tingled from your treatment as you pushed in the smooth dildo again slowly, relishing in the mild stretch from the thickest segment as it passed through your entrance. It was all you could handle.

So stiff! This felt too good. After being with Alucard's mouth a handful of times, occasionally the need gripped you. Damn that vampire for introducing you to his decadence. You bucked your hips up to meet the imitation shaft, lost in the fullness of your self-gratification.

You rotated the silicone clockwise, squirming from the newfound friction the motion introduced as you juiced around it. Your new toy was quite simple by modern standards, but it was wonderful. The pink device was silky smooth and retained your body heat, not unlike when you were with Alucard, whose frigid body warmed the longer he was within you. 

Your eyes opened to slits, fixating blindly on the ceiling as your thoughts wandered back to what you knew of a man’s touch. His fingers tracing meaningless patterns on your skin until you went mindless as the girth of his talented tongue entered– 

Oh, ALUCARD'S TONGUE. You picked up the thrusting and writhed as you sank your toy deep with a silent moan and turned on the vibrating feature, mind clouded with desire for your absent lover. It had been over a month. Where was he? Gasping, you clumsily flipped onto all fours as you continued to fuck yourself silly on plastic.

Close. The climax you seeked was right there. You pushed the buzzing dildo back in place with shaky fingertips and smushed your clit desperately with the other hand, your face buried in the pillows with your ass in the air like a common whore for your unbidden fantasies.

Something was amiss. Your own efforts could only be described as bland. Maybe what your worked up bundle required for release was a more delicate touch. Your hips swayed when you brushed your pearl again with a frustrated whine. 

“It appears I was dearly missed.”

“AHHH!” You screamed with the horror of a teenager caught masturbating by your mother as you crashed sideways into the mattress, fumbling over your loose limbs to dive into the sheets and hide yourself. 

The smuggest vampire stood by the window.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” You stared bug-eyed at him as you clutched the blanket, thoroughly conscious about your nakedness when you were not in absolute darkness. Not that the lack of light influenced a vampire’s vision. And not like he had never seen you bare.

“Oh? Clearly I came to visit my human. Don’t let me interrupt your activities, Sweet ♪,” he tilted his chin up and cackled. The beast stalked closer, an amorous gleam to his gaze as twin fangs flashed with amusement.

“Y-you should at least knock! I was busy!” You hollered. Still he approached and you scrambled back incrementally until your back hit the board. 

“You were occupied, yes, but you could be heard and scented from outside. Should I deprive myself of the show?” He lowered himself onto the end of the bed. “It was rather ravishing.”

“Cretin! Idiot!” Heat lanced through your body from embarrassment as you hurled insults. Freaking vampiric super senses!

The shit-eating grin stretched wider as crimson glittered with mischief. The hat disappeared, followed by the jacket. He stood and the cravat melted away in an instant. At full height, he towered over your bed, his overbearing presence swamping the modest room. It was impossible to look away. In this lean and handsome form, Alucard was still a giant. Another layer –the suit vest– vanished from broad shoulders as the said vampire dismissed it. 

“Stop stripping!” You squeaked.

Gah! A lithe porcelain torso with enticing rippling muscles appeared on display for your visual pleasure. The exhibitionist would coerce you into looking at him while he did unspeakable things to you. You flung the dildo at his face.

It landed in the centre of his palm with a wet slap. “A gift for me? Very well, I accept.” He dangled the fake dick from two fingers. It was tiny in comparison to the proportions of Alucard’s hand. You gulped as your gaze went to his mouth.

Time froze. His tongue rolled out from between glistening teeth, as long and flexible as you dreamed. You held your breath and watched in a trance as Alucard lapped at the pink rubber with languid swipes, curling his muscle around its circumference to collect your creamy nectar coating. His eyes never left yours.

He purred.

“You remain as delicious as ever.”

You ignored him. Your dilated pupils tracked your cream at the tip of his tongue as it retracted back into his mouth before it flicked around in a semi-circle to wet his lips. His tongue was thicker than your toy. Your pussy tingled –it appears she missed him. You cursed your traitorous body.

The toy dropped beside you with a plunk.

"What is it you desire from me?” You could hear the smile behind the words. It was an apt reminder that he was an evil entity. You didn’t care what the history books said about him being Christian, he must have worshipped Satan.

Alucard chuckled. You stiffened when even that sound shot to your loins. Did he know what his voice did to you? That sonorous baritone woke something primal. It was too unfair. Everything about your unholy lover turned you into a harlot. Was it really so long since you last coupled with him?

You’d rather have been caught by your mom. Nothing could compare to the level of mortification elicited by being discovered by Alucard. You fidgeted and looked at your feet bundled within the sheets.

You recalled his lips on yours, claiming you as his. His fingers were inside you… scissoring… Pressing your legs together, your lips quivered knowing your mind projected your longings. Your starving cunt dribbled with lust.

“Use your words, Sweet. There is no use for pride when it comes to our indulgent hedonism.” 

Your head snapped up, face scrunched with the need to protest his accusation.

“Neither is there shame in pleasure.”

You recoiled.

Descend with me.

The mocking was absent when you examined your vampire while taking shallow breaths. Why were you so hesitant? What were you holding back for? You’ve experienced the pleasures of the flesh together numerous times. Why did you keep resisting him for anything other than misplaced pride or the engrained idea that the carnal is shameful?

He was right. 

The mental blocks yielded, moved by his gentle lulling. The feeling of emptiness grew too great. With a quiet mewl, you grasped your forgotten toy and returned it to your hungry hole, again plundering yourself before your lover’s eyes. Alucard sighed with contentment at the sight. He was, as always, ever the attentive audience as he studiously observed your performance.

!!! Right there. Leaning back and propping yourself up on an elbow, you adjusted your angle to strike that sweet spot with each impalement. You wondered if he heard the slimy slurps of your greedy cunt. Probably. It was a sloppy mess down there.

“There is a rage swelling between my legs,” your undead lover murmured.

Faster. You raced to the finish line with haste. Quicker and quicker you charged ahead, your thighs tense and hands a blur of movement as your pleasure peaked. In the distance, you heard a faint, rumbling growl whilst consumed by your bodily appetites. It shook your core and you tumbled over the summit with stuttering hips and the sharp cry of orgasm.

Alucard was on top of you. His lips were on yours, his enormous hands covering every inch of you, the cooling touch providing some welcome relief from the heat of passion. Your skin remained inflamed with arousal, each caress sent sparks flying through your nerves. The body now only moved by instinct through the fog. You returned his kisses with equal fervour and grabbed him by his hips and across his back, desperately clutching your anchor to reality wherever you could find purchase.

He drew soft gasps from your lips as he nibbled your shoulder playfully and you flexed around the toy, groaning at the presence of the solid invader holding your pliant walls apart. Tentatively, you leaned in and kissed down his jaw, stopping at his throat. You peppered him with pecks and nuzzled the alabaster column before swiping up his throat. Sheltered under his larger body, you were lost to the throes of orgasm, his skin and scent now so familiar that your heart hurt. You forgot yourself. With no warning, you nipped him.

The undulating shadow limbs paused, the darkness they casted a monstrosity upon your bedroom walls. Finally, your vampire hissed dangerously and you briefly wondered if you offended him. Fortunately, your worries were short-lived.

The last of his clothing disintegrated and his cock sprang forth to catch your full attention. You stopped to inspect him, every inch of his ivory glory. With lidded eyes and gently rocking hips, you crawled up to that proud shaft and palmed it, rolling its heft between your hands and sniffing him.

He was an aphrodisiac. You moaned with want and peered up at him with your lips parted. The vampire’s midnight locks came alive midair, hellfire blazing as he watched you carefully. That gaze stirred at your softest, most repressed emotions regarding this breathtaking fiend and you keened with the desire to please him. You flicked your tongue across his glans and then took him in to nurse, just the tip.

He was salty. You weren’t sure what you expected a vampire’s penis to taste like, but Alucard was decidedly pleasing. Licking at his opening again for another sample, you realized you were in trouble –he might be addictive. You whimpered and tried to sink deeper into the fair shaft until he touched the back, the forced gargle barely clearing your mental haze as you drowned in the musk of male arousal.

You went down once more and gagged. You pulled back and tried again, spit filling your mouth and overflowing as tears came to your eyes after only a mere inch of progress was made. Again, but you were unable to stop the reflexive need to wretch despite how much you wanted to do this for Alucard.

Wrapping your lips around his side, you suckled downwards and gave him lollipop licks, alternating the force of suction as you went before periodically heading back to the top to take his head. You thought back to what Alucard did for you whenever he drank your pussy chalice and mimicked massaging the vampire’s thighs as you enthusiastically performed clumsy fellatio, but remained unable to swallow him whole.

His member was both too thick and too long, making you whine with dejection. How you wanted to return the favour so badly, to do something right and give him release. An ancient vampire who lived for centuries must have had amazing lovers in the past. Your chest clenched. The feeling of inadequacy permeated your thoughts and you were ashamed of your inexperience. Hanging your head, you stared at his crotch and pondered what to do next through pursed lips.

"Darling, there is ample time for you to learn."

Alucard was often an insistent lover who demanded his chamber partners to reveal all: every insecurity and imperfection. He wanted them to give him everything. Everything that was you also belonged to him, including your insecurities regarding your appearance and lack of experience. You were flawless. And he was looking forward to showing you this.

Bare hands wrapped your fingers around his shaft, placing your thumb to his frenulum and guiding you to stroke. Your hand was so tiny in his. The No-Life King groaned at the size difference. Yes, he will teach you the ways to satisfy these rapacious hungers. 

Like this.

That silken flesh glided beneath your fingertips, revealing the shiny head with each pass. The pressure increased fractionally around your hand, an unspoken instruction to squeeze harder at the base. The purring gave you encouragement and his actions touched you. Even now, Alucard took your comfort into consideration. How many others could say the same?

You caught his lips and plunged hard into his maw, pushing his tongue aside with your own and wrestling with it. Unwarranted courage made you dumb and you thrilled from the excitement of dominating the kiss. Tugging his cock with amateur zeal, you continued to swirl and shove at that delightful oral muscle before brushing boldly around pointed canines. 

Alucard ripped himself away, his mouth lined with rows of razor sharp dentition, eyes burning with untold rapture as you separated. Your female perfume saturated his sinuses. The loss of your sensibilities fed his need to corrupt you with his depravity. His gums ached with the need to drink, unknowingly biting himself while he witnessed you fall apart. He was leaking like a schoolboy, his balls tight with the urge to unload.

You succumbed to the devil's seduction. You were his, even if it took you until now to admit it. And he wanted you. Your legs trembled at the first revelation as you parted them to display your openings for his inspection. For his use. The dildo –wholly inferior compared to the vampire’s elegance– fell out coated thickly in cum, your gaping hole winking in anticipation. 

Yes, yes, yes. It was finally happening.

Ruby irises settled upon your lascivious presentation with a feral leer. The craving within them made you shudder in suspense. He promised many things back then, including taking you to Nirvana.

His shaft smacked your vulva and he slid between the lips of your drooling slit, dragging it down lengthwise. Once again he marvelled at your wondrous heat as you whimpered when he passed over your clit. The vampire sighed and stayed flush against your slit as he pushed your legs together to hump your thighs with zest. Wandering fingers found their way inside.

The teasing stimulation was both too much yet not enough. You wanted his cock, though on reflection, he was actually way too large and you'd rip. You didn't care as you locked your ankles over his shoulders to pull him in further and rocked against him. Your basest urges screamed for more and you moaned for him like a wanton whore while drizzling honey around the intruding fingers.

He grinned with utmost satisfaction. "That's it, Dear. How flattering to have a lovely little human offer herself to me so earnestly."

"Do you want this?" He asked.

"Please!" You spread as wide as you could to show yourself off again, but he pulled you onto your front. His heavy white pillar bobbed at your face, dripping with fluid. A hand threaded through your locks and held your head to his crotch, lightly pushing you onto him. 

You took him immediately without hesitation, fervidly filling your mouth with the heady flavours of sex. Delectable. Eagerness did not equate to skill, and you sputtered with a string of spit and coughing. Your eyes flickered to his with uncertainty and the unspoken plea for him to help guide you, hoping he felt your sincerity about pleasing him. You truly wanted to become adept at this.

Fingers rubbed your scalp for several moments before he drew back and drove his hips forward, precisely up to the point where you began to gag. He began to copulate with your throat, until you gagged repeatedly and slobbered over yourself. You heaved with discomfort, but though your eyes watered and your jaws locked, you did not attempt to escape his grasp beyond tightening with tension. You gave your trust in his touch and his experience even as you choked on him.

If you were finally honest with yourself, you’ve wanted Alucard to fuck you for years, perhaps even soon after you first met, only you were too overcome with fear of him then. 

He hit the back again, but didn't force himself further than the few inches that were already embedded. You tried to relax your throat and go loose. It became apparent you didn’t actually want control, but to let go and have Alucard lead. Let him have his way with you. Hopefully, he will sate himself as he did for you. 

The melody of gurgling and choking filled the room. All you could see was him. All you knew were his taste and his behemoth presence stretching your mouth.

Alucard withdrew and offered a chance to breathe, leaving you bowed over in a hacking fit as you greedily drank in the air. You inwardly thanked him for the lenience and sniffed, wiping away the spit before steeling yourself to try again. Sucking him wasn’t as distressing when you weren’t involuntarily fighting the intrusion.

He was enjoying himself as he maintained the smooth, steady thrusting. Blinded by tears, you worried about your unflattering gargles, but stayed put despite the cramping. Who knew keeping your mouth open was so tiring? You supposed that was why blowing was called a “job.” You swiped the bottom of his dick with the flat of your tongue.

Through bleary eyes, you saw impassioned red observing you intently. You returned the stare with docility as he continued to tickle your throat, putting your hand around the part of him that didn't fit into your mouth. You caressed his flesh as he demonstrated as he pleasured himself with your body.

His grip was steel, until he yanked himself out with a soupy slurp and leered at the sight of his fluids and drool sliding down your chin as you coughed and tried to catch your breath with a dazed expression. 

“Beautiful.” He exhaled. 

The hand tangled in your hair tugged to let you look the King in his eyes. "Do you want this?" He repeated.

Was that still a question? Spittle oozed down your jaws and pooled in your lap. Through lidded eyes, you whispered, "Yes, I can take it Alu. Put it in. Need you." The simple word couldn't describe how you NEEDED to be one with your vampire. If he wasn't holding your head, you would have turned over to present yourself again, to persuade your lover to finish what he started.

He growled upon brushing minds with yours, fully aware of your repressed libido come undone and he nearly went rabid with the urge to bury himself and seed you well. How you tempt him into the irreversible. "How improper for a lady such as yourself to beg for a monster's cock," he commented through jagged teeth. "Naughty girl."

You moaned at his words and wiggled free to spread yourself further and prove his assessment correct, if it would facilitate him in providing what you desired.

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Alucard’s covetous gaze roamed your splayed body as agitated shadows whipped about. Strangely, the thought of making love to you remained tantalizing, but he didn't want to anymore. No, that wasn't it. More than anything, he wanted to have you. He wished to defile you in every way possible for a week straight, but he knew with increasing clarity that he wouldn't if it meant you might die for real. 

He was a selfish, Godless monster. He needed the option to turn you should anything happen to you, or if you decided to fall with him. All he wanted…was to be with you for as long as possible. He rumbled from the internal conflict as he brushed a palm down your calves and licked them.

He looked at you again and noted your complete ease and openness with him, a stark contrast from the paralyzing fear of when you first met. He preferred your bliss. You were lovely, warm, and willing. It would be so easy to take you. You were his. His to fuck, his to devour, and you were an absolutely scrumptious morsel. But at the thought of an existence without you, the void in his chest that did not beat ached.

Nothing was happening. Your eyes fluttered open before alarm seized you. There was blood trailing down his eyes! Gasping, your hands shot out to hold him, your heart throbbing at your vampire's expression – he was a broken man. 

Before you could ask if he was okay, he fell over your body to cage you with his arms, his bangs tickling your forehead. "You are a mere human. What have you done to me?" The powerful vampire whimpered, his face furrowed with emotion.

No, the instant gratification was not worth losing you. He got off of you.

”Wait! Don't go!” You scrambled up and reached for his wrist.

–Only to be spun around and sat in his lap with his overly long, gangly arms twined around your waist and neck unnaturally like rope to press the back of your head to his shoulder. He wouldn’t let you see him. 

His steely length wedged between your butt cheeks. You sat facing away from Alucard, disoriented from the sudden shift in mood, quietly panting as you waited for him to do something. He hooked his arms around your knees to cradle you while fingers meandered their way to your open pussy. Vaguely, you were aware of ferrous fluid flowing down the side of your head and neck. 

“Is this about my virginity?” You ventured, parting your legs further to grant him better access. “To turn me?” You had an inkling of an idea of why Alucard refused to take you.

Dexterous digits explored every ridge and valley inside your sheath and you melted into him. The pleasure was such that you regretted holding back for so long because you thought sleeping with the vampire was wrong. Being with him like this was meant to be, and it felt so right. 

His prodding and caresses were expert, yet though you suspected you knew why Alucard dallied with your inevitable penetration, you kept begging to be plumbed. You moaned and wriggled in his lap to try mounting him properly, earning a low, warning growl. 

“Behave.” 

Shadow hands materialized to grab your wrists and ankles, holding you down snugly on top of him with your back to his chest. He dominated the interaction from below. 

“I alone shall have you in this manner. No one else,” he declared. 

As if anyone else would ever compare. It wasn't like Alucard forever ruined your standards of what to expect from men. “I don't want anyone else, Alucard. Only you,” you clarified. “Alucard…” 

Your hips rocked in an uncoordinated ride of his fingers while he held you captive. No matter how you squirmed, you were unable to impale yourself on your vampire's rod. You whined piteously with need. This wasn’t exactly what you desired, but it was as close as he’d allow without fucking for real. 

The fingers scissored to stretch the ring of muscle before plummeting to the knuckles and continuing to dance. You wailed from the welcome assault. As you twitched, a consideration came to mind and you pouted. "Can't you simply make yourself smaller? When I lick you, I mean."

The wicked vampire cackled and drew you closer to himself. "Fragile little human, you have no understanding of how I must already restrain myself to be with you in this capacity."

“Then let go,” you told him, the phantom limbs thwarting your attempt to turn and look at him. You wanted to reason with him. It was his inhuman size that was an issue. If he was smaller, giving him head should be at least manageable, even if he became more animated.

He chuckled, "Tempting." A sharp talon traced down your throat as you held still with your head tilted up at the lights. "But you would not survive my passion." His tongue replaced the claw and lapped slowly down the same path before nibbling on your throat, causing your skin to pimple into gooseflesh. You tensed, your pussy pulsing with climax nearing as you felt the tingling of every individual hair on your arms with heightened clarity.

“Oh, you do not wish to be bitten, yet you want me to drink from you? Bad girl." You were a sack of boneless limbs, nearly incapacitated by your lover’s devilish ministrations as he read your deepest desires and voiced them. 

Your nails dug into his legs, you stopped breathing as your vision went white, blinded by the dazzling luminescence of the light fixtures above. The tip of a claw pressed against your throat and you winced at the briefest of sharp pains when he opened a tiny wound in the side of your neck. You hissed and tightened around his digits.

The vampire king was on your throat in an instant, lapping up the few droplets that oozed to the surface, moaning as he fed. Pain morphed into pleasure and you arched against him, nearly delirious from the staggering cocktail.

He snickered between licks. "If only I knew you were this partial to pleasure from the beginning.”

Alucard simulated intercourse. He pistoned against your rump with his fingers buried to the hilt inside your snatch. You spasmed from the relentless, ravenous assault as you moved as one.

At last you strained, shuddering around his digits as he sprayed your back and crack. His semen was indeed cool.

Sure enough, his face was now clean of his tears. Neither was there evidence of any blood on your back. It was as if Alucard never broke down. You reached back to stroke his hair, twisting around as much as possible to gently kiss his temple as he rocked up and down to fuck his essence back between your mounds.

You crumbled into his chest to rest. “How am I still a virgin after everything we do?" You questioned with a mouth full of cotton.

"You are a virgin according to vampire laws." He pecked your cheek.

You muttered, "I told you your vampire rules are stupid." He threw his head back, laughing raucously at your willful comment and pulled you tighter to himself. His teeth had retracted back behind his lip and he pressed his face to yours with a tender smile. "I adore you, sweet human."

~To be Continued~

Next Chapter: A New Home

[justlemmeadoreyou]

ice skating

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~500

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The crisp December air dances with the promise of falling snow as you pull on your borrowed ice skates. They're a little too big, but thanks to Harry's expert lacing skills, they feel secure enough for your clumsy self. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gloved fingertips lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

"Ready to be amazed by my graceful skills?" Harry asks, a playful glint in his eyes. He extends a hand, the warmth of his palm seeping through your gloves.

You take it, your heart skipping a beat at the way his fingers intertwine with yours. "Lead the way, Mr. Styles," you say, a smile tugging at your lips.

He pulls you onto the ice, the first tentative steps sending shivers down your spine. But Harry's steady presence beside you is a reassuring anchor. He guides you gently, his laughter warm and inviting as you stumble and giggle, clinging to him for dear life.

Slowly, you find your balance. The initial fear melts away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom. You glide across the ice, your hand clasped tightly in Harry's. He whispers words of encouragement in your ear, his voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of Christmas carols playing in the distance.

As you gain confidence, you begin to experiment. You link arms with Harry, spinning in graceful circles until the world becomes a blur of glittering lights and happy faces. You laugh, your breath forming white clouds in the cold air. For a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in your own winter wonderland.

When the music fades, you and Harry find yourselves leaning against the railing, catching your breath. Your cheeks are flushed from the exertion, your eyes sparkling with exhilaration.

"That was...amazing," you say, unable to contain your smile.

Harry grins back at you, his eyes mirroring your own joy. "I told you I was graceful."

"Oh, absolutely," you tease, playfully nudging him with your elbow. "The most graceful penguin I know."

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound as warm and comforting as a crackling fireplace. In that moment, you realize that it's not the ice skating that makes you happy, it's being with him. It's the way his laughter fills the air, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his hand feels perfectly safe in yours.

As the first snowflakes begin to fall, painting the world in a soft white blanket, you know this is a memory you'll cherish forever. A memory of ice skating with Harry Styles, under a sky full of stars, on a magical winter night.

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dec' 03 x hot chocolate

Prompt: hot chocolate Pairing: joel miller x f!Reader Word Count: 3,196 Warnings: barely beta'd, all mistakes my own, this is au and way off the plot of anything to do with TLOU, mentions of coffee and festive fluff and introductions to our characters ☕ Summary: maplewood, a small town nestled in northern bc where people flock to see the festive decorations of main street and enjoy the festive traditions. finding yourself back home and working for the family business, you strike up a friendship with the town's local contractor. AO3: Linked

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The Little Coffee Shop Around the Corner - Part I

Joel Miller was the type who didn’t believe in buying coffee from a coffee shop. He had a perfectly good coffee maker at home that he’d had for a quarter century now. One that had moved countries and still worked just as well as it had done the first day he’d bought it. 

Well, that was until that very morning. 

With a sputter and a final wheeze, the machine gave up the ghost, leaving Joel staring in disbelief at his kitchen counter. Grudgingly accepting defeat, he grabbed his coat and ventured out to his truck on the brisk Maplewood morning.

He’d moved to the small Canadian town a handful of years ago with his daughter Sarah from Austin Texas. Many had questioned his decision to move not just to another country, but to a town that was drastically different and far removed from Austin.

He hadn’t answered with much more than a shrug.

His contracting business had been doing well enough to live an easy life, step back and enjoy someone else taking the reigns. 

That was until he became a widow at the age of thirty-six and all he’d wanted to do was get out of dodge. Everywhere he turned, there were reminders of her, making it too difficult for him to stay.

Sarah's arrival came after both of his parents had passed away. His brother Tommy had already moved to Wyoming in pursuit of joining a community that he insisted wasn't a commune, and he had settled down and started a family. This left him alone with Sarah, so when they were presented with the opportunity for her to receive a scholarship from a prestigious Canadian school with full access to their renowned soccer program, they eagerly took it as a chance for a new beginning. Despite its remote location in British Columbia, they saw it as a fresh start.

The transition had been challenging, no doubt about it. Neither of them possessed any winter clothing, and they both had to adapt to a new currency (Joel still struggled with the difference between a Loonie and a Toonie) while navigating unfamiliar locations. However, the warmth of the town's reception overshadowed all of those challenges. No one prodded for information or tried to uncover gossip; instead, they were embraced with open arms and quickly became just another part of the Maplewood community.

Sarah had quickly adapted to her new school, which didn't come as a surprise. Meanwhile, Joel had discovered that the town was in desperate need of a handyman, and soon enough Miller Contracting was back in business. 

Pulling into a parking space on the main street outside of the bookstore Sarah often frequented, Joel rubbed his hands together cursing leaving his gloves at home. Despite his years in Maplewood, winter still felt like a shock every time it rolled around.

After taking a moment to orient himself, he recalled that the coffee shop was located to the left around the corner. With this in mind, he began his journey to the end of the street. Luckily, his workload for the day was relatively light, so this unexpected diversion wouldn't cause too much delay

The stores had wasted no time in getting out their Christmas decorations, he looked across the street as he walked to the bakery - its window frames draped in holly and ivy, punctuated by glittering baubles were no exception. Merry Tree Trek, a Christmas tree scavenger hunt put on by the town's businesses was due to start the following day. One of the many traditions Maplewood had for the festive season. 

As Joel entered 'True North Brews,' the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the gentle hum of conversation welcomed him. The shop was packed with locals, all happily chatting away as they waited for their orders to be ready. Standing in line, he scanned the menu, feeling out of his depth. This was Sarah’s territory - he usually was just there to provide payment before they headed on to whatever errand needed to be completed next.

He took in the festive decor as he waited in line. Christmas lights had been strung along the edges of the bar, while fake holly adorned every pillar in sight. Paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling and garlands of green and red festooned the fireplace. Which crackled merrily at one end of the room, and he smiled to himself as he watched an elderly couple sitting close together on one of the sofas near it - no doubt soaking up every minute of extra warmth they could get before trudging back out into the cold night air.

That’s when he noticed you behind the counter. You were relatively new, he knew your name and that you were the owner's daughter – Sarah had regaled your appearance in Maplewood several months back when you'd stopped by the bakery. Right now you were serving the town’s newest member of the tourism board, he couldn’t remember her name but knew he’d seen her with Marcus from the bakery here and there. Your eyes met briefly, and a hint of a smile danced on your lips.

Finally, it was his turn to order, “Hey Joel,” you said, recognizing him from his numerous visits with his daughter, “No Sarah today?”

He shook his head, “Just me.”

“In that case, what can I make for you?” you asked, your voice cheery in light of Joel’s look of utmost confusion.

“Just coffee, please,” he said, in a tone that suggested this was an everyday request.

You raised an eyebrow playfully. “Coffee? Coffee means a lot of different things around here. What kind of coffee would you like?”

Joel scratched his head, looking a bit lost. “Uh, just your regular coffee, you know? Nothing fancy,” he replied, his Texas drawl more pronounced.

You leaned against the counter with a friendly grin. “How about trying something a bit festive? A peppermint mocha, perhaps? It's like a holiday in a cup!”

Joel's eyebrows rose in surprise, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That's far too fancy for my tastes.” he laughed, “Just a regular black coffee will do.”

You nodded understandingly but with a twinkle in your eye. “Tell you what, how about an Americano? It's close to black coffee but with a bit more character. It's on the house, and if you don't like it, you can come back, and I'll make you a straight-up black coffee. But, I have a hunch you might enjoy the Americano.”

Joel looked surprised but intrigued. “Well, when you put it that way... sure, I'll give it a try.”

As you began preparing his order, Joel glanced around, noticing the line behind him starting to grow. “Looks like you've got a busy day ahead,” he remarked.

You smiled, handing him the Americano. “Maplewood wakes up early during the holiday season. Enjoy your coffee, and remember, if it's not to your liking, come back up for that black coffee.”

Joel opened his mouth to respond, but the bustling line behind him urged him forward, cutting short the chance for a proper response. He settled for a quick, “Thanks,” and moved aside.

Later that day as you were wiping down the counters, your mother Jean and the current owner of the coffee shop, joined you out front. “I've been thinking,” she began, her voice laced with a blend of both excitement and seriousness. 

“That’s dangerous,” you quipped, ignoring the scowl she sent you as she made her way around the counter to the front of the store.

“I was thinking,” she said ignoring you, “that now might be a good time for me to step back with you back in town.”

You paused, cloth in hand. Coming back to Maplewood hadn't been your first choice, especially after things ended with Max. Your ex-boyfriend who had suddenly gotten too tied up in climbing the corporate ladder, after a business trip across seas, to notice the relationship unravelling. 

“I really don’t know how long I’m going to be here,” you replied, having already been in town a month longer than your original plan of just six weeks.

The statement was not an exaggeration; the apartment had been in Max's name, and the two of you had always planned to add your own on the deed. But procrastination got in the way. With rental prices on the rise and a sabbatical from work, coming home was your only option until you could figure out your next move.

She shrugged, “Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s long enough for me to do some travelling, get a taste of what an early retirement could look like.”

You sighed, “What’s the angle here, Mom?”

“What angle?” she responded as she fussed with the tree you’d both decorated with coffee-themed decor the night before for the Merry Tree Trek.

Your mother had a knack for mixing business with motherly concern in a way that only she could. She glanced at you over the rim of her glasses, a half-smile playing on her lips.

“No angle,” She said, adjusting a tiny coffee bean ornament. “I've been running True North Brews since before you were born, and it's been a dream. But, I'm not getting any younger, and the world's a big place. I'd like to see some of it while I still can.”

You couldn't help but smile at her adventurous spirit, something you had undoubtedly inherited. “You want to travel? Since when?”

“Since always,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. “The shop has been in our family for two generations now. I'd hate to see it end up in different hands, or worse, closed down.”

The weight of her words hung in the air. Taking over the coffee shop wasn't something you had considered seriously. You had other dreams, didn't you? But then again, the shop was more than just a business; it was a piece of Maplewood's heart, and undeniably, a big part of your family's legacy.

Your mother continued, “I know you're figuring things out, and I'm not asking you to decide right this second. But think about it. This place could use your touch and your ideas. You've always had a knack for making people feel welcome, just like your grandmother did when she opened this place.”

You leaned against the counter, absorbing her words. The coffee shop had been a staple in your life for as long as you could remember. Your earliest memories were of playing behind the counter, the smell of coffee always in the air.

Perhaps this unexpected turn of events was not just a setback but an opportunity, a chance to add your chapter to the story of Maple Brews.

“I'll think about it,” you said finally, a mix of apprehension and excitement bubbling inside you. But you still threw her a pointed look, “just thinking about it, okay?”

“That's all I'm asking,” she replied, her eyes softening. “Now, help me with this stubborn string of lights, will you? This tree needs to look perfect for when the scavenger hunt starts this afternoon.”

It was nearing closing when the ring of the bell at the front door rang signalling a customer. Looking up you saw Marcus, the owner of Maple Delights standing at the door, stamping his feet to rid his boots of the snow that had started the fall that afternoon.

“Hey Marcus,” you greeted, “can I get you anything?” you asked as you accepted a stack of pink cake boxes from him. Maple Delights had a long-standing business deal with True North Brews to sell their baked goods in their displays - one that extended beyond Marcus' tenure as owner.

He gave you a wide smile, “Actually, it’s what you can do for me?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Well, I’m intrigued.”

“So, the Jingle Bell Movie night later this month,” he said, posing the event as a question. It was an annual tradition of the town, with everyone coming together for an evening of festivities and movie-watching in the community centre. “I was thinking, what if Maple Delights and True North Brews tag-teamed the event?”

Your interest was piqued. “Go on,” you encouraged.

Marcus's eyes lit up. “I'll supply the treats—cookies, pastries, you name it—and you guys could handle the hot drinks? Hot chocolate, spiced cider, maybe some festive coffee concoctions?”

You nodded, already visualizing the bustling event. “Sounds like a perfect match to me. Maple Delights' treats and our drinks? The town will love it!”

“Hey, speaking of the bakery, question for you about the renovations you did when you bought the place. You restored it to its original façade, right?” you asked, as Marcus leant against the counter.

He smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. “Yeah, I did. Wanted to preserve a piece of Maplewood’s history. The building has such character, it felt right to bring it back to its former glory.”

“Well, it certainly is stunning. It must've been quite a project,” you remarked.

Marcus nodded. “It was a labour of love, but totally worth it in the end.”

Your mind was buzzing with ideas and your mother's earlier conversation replaying over in your head, “Who did you get in to do the work?” you asked, knowing that Maplewood wasn't exactly crawling with talented contractors and designers.

“Actually it was Joel Miller, he did the renovation.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised.

Marcus chuckled. “Joel really did some great work on the bakery. He's got a really good eye for detail. Took my vision and made it even better than I could have imagined.”

You were impressed. “Wow, well he did an amazing job. It was one of the first things I noticed when I came back. It adds so much charm to the street.”

“Thanks,” Marcus said, a warm smile on his face. “Joel's a really talented guy. He's a great addition to the community, both him and Sarah.”

“Well, if he did such a great job with the bakery, maybe he could help us with the coffee shop,” you said, half-jokingly.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “You're thinking of doing a reno?”

You hesitated, feeling a bit exposed not having intended to speak out loud your internal thoughts, “It's something my mom and I have discussed in the past, but she's the type if it ain't broke don't fix it.”

Marcus laughed, “I can testify to that, I mentioned I was looking to scale back serving coffee in the bakery, and asked if she had any interest in the espresso machine,” you rolled your eyes knowing what was coming, you'd been begging her to replace the old machine for years, “told me that this one,” he jerked his thumb in the direction of the tired looking machine, “worked just fine.”

You shook your head, “One of these days she's going to realize giving it a good thud is probably doing more damage than fixing it.”

Marcus glanced at his watch. “I should get going. Got to make sure we have enough gingerbread dough for tomorrow. Those gingerbread men won't bake themselves!”

“Thanks for stopping by. Let's touch base early next week to finalize those plans for the movie night.”

With a nod and a wave, you watched Marcus leave, but now the seed of an idea was planted in your mind. A reno could be just what True North Brews needed to give it a fresh look and make it stand out. But you weren't taking over, you reminded yourself, no -- it was just you helping out with the family business, nothing more, right?

The next morning, Joel’s kitchen still lacked a new coffee maker. The old one sat forlornly on the counter, a reminder of a morning routine disrupted. With a resigned sigh, Joel grabbed his coat and headed out to his truck. The town was slowly waking up, the street sprinkled with early risers and the promise of a busy day ahead.

As he pushed open the door of the coffee shop, the familiar jingle of the bell greeted him, along with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. You looked up from the espresso machine, a smile spreading across your face as you recognized him.

“Morning, Joel,” you greeted. “Americano?” you asked with a hopeful smile since he'd never returned for that black coffee.

Joel nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but I think I actually like it a bit more than my usual.”

You laughed as you prepared his coffee. “Glad to hear that. We might make a coffee aficionado out of you yet.”

“Let's not get too ahead of ourselves.” he laughed as he watched you prepare his drink.

Handing him his coffee, you hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Actually Joel, can I ask you something about your contracting work?”

He looked surprised but nodded. “Sure, what about it?”

“I heard from Marcus that you did the renovation work on the bakery. It looks incredible. Said you kept the original design when you worked on it?”

Joel’s expression softened, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Yeah, I did. Marcus wanted to retain the historical look of the building. It was a great project to work on, restoring it to its original state while giving it all the modern requirements.”

You were genuinely interested. “That’s impressive. It’s such an integral part of the town’s charm. I’ve been thinking, True North Brews could use a bit of sprucing up. Would you perhaps be up for discussing a quote any time soon?”

Joel looked around the coffee shop, considering. “Sure, I’d be happy to. What did you have in mind?”

“I'm not too sure, mostly starting fixing what needs fixing and going from there, just keeping the cozy vibe but maybe adding a little Maplewood flair to it.”

He nodded, sipping at his coffee thoughtfully. “Sounds like a good project. Why don’t we sit down sometime next week and go over what you’re thinking? I can put together some ideas and a quote for you.”

“That would be great,” you replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of giving the coffee shop a fresh, new look.

Placing his coffee on the counter, Joel handed you his business card from his wallet, giving you a quick glimpse of a family portrait tucked inside. 

“Here,” he said pocketing his wallet and handing you his business card, “why don't you give me a call and we can arrange something?”

You smiled as you traced the logo of Miller Contracting, “Sure, sounds like a plan!”

As Joel left, coffee in hand, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Not only at the idea of possible renovations but for the growing sense of community you had quickly settled into while only being back for a short period in Maplewood. But before you could think any further about it, the bell above the door rang and a group of tourists trekked in, Merry Tree Trek maps in hand.

You gave them a wide smile as you welcomed them in, “Welcome to True North Brews, what can I get started for you?”

[hanleiacelebration]

🎆 Han x Leia Holiday Exchange 2023 🎆

As Carrie Fisher would say... ladies and gentlemoons, welcome to a new edition of our classic Holiday Exchange!

This is an anonymous exchange where each participant will write and receive a Han/Leia fanfic (min.: 500 words, max.: ~5k words).

Who can participate? Anyone and everyone who loves Han and Leia! Whether you prefer Legends, Disney canon or AUs; whether you've written 100 fics, 5 or none; whether you’re a new fan or an older fan; whether you even celebrate any holidays or not... this event is for you if you like writing and presents!

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Submission deadline: January 15, 2024

Works revealed: January 16, 2024

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[yyh4ever]

Yu Yu Hakusho 30th Anniversary Goods by Studio Pierrot

Finally, Studio Pierrot is releasing more merch with the 30th Anniversary Illustrations. Such a shame Togashi didn't draw Keiko on any of the kazenban covers. Anyway, I love Makai merch!

They are also publishing a 7-volume book set (total of 500 pages) containing precious setting materials (settei) that Studio Pierrot used 30 years ago, a must-buy!

✰ Official Site: studio-pierrot-store

✰ Pre-orders: December 16, 2023 to January 8, 2024

✰ Shipment: late February 2024

✰ Goods:

Mukuro, Yomi, Raizen, Enki Acrylic Stand

You can recreate the illustration by arranging the 4 figures side by side, or you can display the 4 separately!

Price: 3,300 yen

Size: H20 x W27cm

Mini Shikishi Collection (BOX)

A commemorative mini shikishi collection using all 15 illustrations of the 30th Anniversary drawn by Studio Pierrot.

Price: 9,900 yen *1 BOX contains 15 packs. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: H13.6 x W12.1cm

Yusuke Urameshi Acrylic Stand

An acrylic stand featuring a memorial illustration of Yusuke, the final illustration of the Yu Yu Hakusho 30th anniversary.

Price: 1,650 yen

Size: H20 x W9cm

Acrylic Mini Figure "Bonds with Friends" [BOX]

Price: 9,680 yen (11 types) *1 BOX contains 11 figures. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: Height approx. 3-7cm; Thickness 8mm

Acrylic Mini Figure "Fierce Battle with the Strongest" [BOX]

Price: 9,680 yen (11 types) *1 BOX contains 11 figures. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: Height approx. 3-7cm; Thickness 8mm

Yu Yu Hakusho Setting Materials

Price: 2,200 yen each volume or 15,400 yen the complete set

Size: A4 size, 7-volume book set, total 500 pages

To commemorate the 30th anniversary of "Yu Yu Hakusho", a collection of valuable setting materials used by Studio Pierrot during the production of the anime 30 years ago was compiled into a total of 7 volumes and 500 pages:

Main Character 1

Includes settings of the four main characters: Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei.

Main Character 2

Includes settings for characters such as Botan, Keiko, and Koenma.

Spirit Detective Edition

Includes settings for characters that appeared in early arcs such as Gouki, Rando, and Suzaku.

Dark Tournament Edition

Includes the settings of characters that appeared in the Dark Tournament Saga, such as Chu, Jin, Shishiwakamaru, and the Toguro Brothers.

Sensui Edition

Includes the settings of characters that appeared in the Black Chapter Saga, such as Kaito, Itsuki, and Sensui.

Makai Edition

Includes settings of the characters that appeared in the 3 Kings Arc, such as Raizen, Yomi, and Mukuro.

Art Collection

Includes valuable art settings such as Sarayashiki Junior High School, Hanging Neck Island, and Gandara.

The complete set comes with a paper box where you can store all 7 books at once.

Trading Mini Badge "Bonds with Friends" [BOX]

Price: 5,720 yen (13 types) *1 BOX contains 13 badges. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: approximately 3.2cm in diameter

Trading Mini Badge "Fierce Battle with the Strongest" [BOX]

Price: 5,720 yen (13 types) *1 BOX contains 13 badges. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: approximately 3.2cm in diameter

30th Anniversary Mist Graph

Price: 22,000 yen

Size: Approximately H39.5cm x W30.5cm (framed size)

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 3 — Christmas Tree Farm

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 500

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

During the festive season, having a Christmas tree was a must for you and Bucky. It symbolized the essence of Christmas and brought joy to your shared home. Without the majestic presence of a beautifully decorated tree standing tall and proud in the living room, your house would feel empty and cold.

Hence, it had become an eager tradition for you and Bucky to visit a Christmas tree farm and cut a perfect tree for your home.

As you arrived at the tree farm, a picturesque scene unfolded before your eyes. A fresh blanket of snow had fallen the night before, gracefully covering the ground and adorning the array of trees that stretched far and wide. The air was brisk, and the sky a crystal-clear clarity.

Amidst other families and couples, all on their quest for their ideal Christmas tree, you and Bucky equipped a hand saw and other necessities from the farm employees.

Hand in hand, you strolled along the rows of fir, spruce, and pine trees, considering their size, shape, and variety. The aroma of them a pleasant smell.

“So, what kind of tree are we aiming for this year, doll?” Bucky questioned as you traversed the paths.

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” you responded, examining the diverse options before you. “How about we go all out this year? The biggest one we can fit in our living room? With our new house, we do have space for it.”

“I like that idea,” Bucky murmured against your temple, sealing his agreement with a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Upon reaching the outer edges of the farm, you found yourself torn between several larger trees. After careful consideration, you pointed to one with enthusiasm.

“I think this one,” you declared, running your gloved hand over the pine needles. “It’s a bit smaller than the others but much fuller and plumper.”

Bucky, deep in contemplation, tilted his head as he pictured the tree in your living room. Choosing the perfect Christmas tree was serious business for both of you.

“Yeah, this is the one,” Bucky nodded in agreement.

With Bucky taking charge of cutting the tree, you offered encouragement from the sidelines, occasionally lending a hand when needed.

“I think it’s about to come down, doll. Watch out!”

The tree fell with a soft thud; the snow beneath cushioned the impact. Together, you maneuvered it onto a blue tarp for easier transport back to the car.

After getting the tree wrapped in netting and completing the purchase, the staff assisted you in securing it on top of your car.

“I’m so happy, Bucky!” you exclaimed, embracing him tightly, bouncing lightly on your feet. “I can’t wait to decorate our tree, our house, our life.

“Hey, slow down,” he chuckled, hugging your waist and drawing you closer. “We’ve got the entire month of December for all those things and more, doll. But let’s start by taking this tree home and decorate our house.”

“Hmm, yes,” you murmured before sharing a kiss. “And then lots of Christmas goodies,” kiss, “Christmas movies,” kiss, “all the Christmas joy,” kiss, “and so much more.”

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[softrozene]

Arthur with a Touch-Starved Reader

Anonymous requested: May I make a request? May I ask for Arthur with a touch starved and incredibly lonely reader? Just general hc. If thats okay !! I am just a lonely creature and I crave warm hugs

rdr2 masterlist

Anon- Same. Just same. I hope these helped and as always sorry for the long wait aldfaslfa 

Originally published on December 30, 2020

Arthur Morgan x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst with the touch-starved/loneliness but again fluff

Words: ~500

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Chances are Arthur noticed immediately

From before he started courting you, he would watch and admire you and notice how you always seemed to lean more into a hug depending on the person

That you always seeked out other people and did not really stay by yourself for too long

He did not think much of it at first until after he started courting you

And he realized that there was so much more going on

That you seeked out others because you hated being by yourself

The loneliness crept on you a lot and he finally realized why you got grumpy when alone- You despised it

Then there was the other thing- You were touch starved, that he can understand the most since he was touch starved himself

It is either one long hug or hand-holding that starts this revelation

You both have a moment of just hanging on a moment too long and Arthur, nearly hypnotized by each other’s warmth, and that moment is the one to make him realize that you are also touch starved

There is not necessarily a talk about it

Unless he is really concerned about you then there will be an awkward talk (to him anyway) about it

It is more like he takes hesitant actions to see how you act

Like slowly moving towards you in a way where his arm is brushing up against yours or his fingers are grazing yours when surrounded by others

Then when you actually show that is the right move- He gains more confidence

He keeps his touches on the down-low around the others since he does not like the prying eyes or the teasing voices (Unless he really just wants to hold you then he will tell them to screw off before getting a bit pouty and holding your hand) but in private

He always makes the first move

He will hug you tightly to him- Wrap his arms around and have you lay down with him

And it will be just pure affection as you both try to memorize how each other feel

He may not be the one good with words, but he definitely tries more to show you how he feels through actions

He definitely likes to have his hand on you in some way whether it is just hand holding- His hand on the back of your neck or somewhere more intimate it is nearly always on you (only hand-holding with others present though afldsja)

You would have to be the one to affirm your love for him in words though

The two of you would be used to each other’s touch and company in no time and become each other’s peace when you need it

10/10 he would be also needy but tries to hide it

[boyfhee]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 · enhypen collab / CLOSED

ABOUT · we all have heard of right things going wrong, something along the lines of right person wrong time, things that weren't supposed to be this bad— but how about the other way round? perhaps, you wake up one day to find out your new neighbour is your ex and suddenly you're gravitating back towards him, a sworn enemy that makes you heart flutter after the one time he stood up for you, the person you rejected last week now lives in your head rent free, falling for the person who was supposed to help you with your crush— everything that started in all the wrong ways possible, but the stars plays into your hands, and maybe you could get something unexpected out of it.

GUIDELINES —

1 · first come, first serve. no reservations of slots. there is a 3 slots limit per member ( i am not writing 😆 or maybe i will if any slots are left, who knows ) to join, send an ask with the member you're writing for and the two keywords that are hidden in the rules. reblog the post once you've been accepted ( for clout and boosts 🫶 )

2 · your work can be x reader aligned or x oc aligned. no idol pairings.

3 · as obvious from the theme, this is supposed to be an all fluff collab. of course, you can start off with any genre, switch to something else in middle, go off with your imagination, but long story shot, a happy ending is a must. additionally, you can take inspiration from movies / drama / novels or poetry / songs & artworks / anywhere else, with proper credits. first keyword is earl grey.

4 · no nsfw works, suggestive is fine for legal members only. all the warnings should be mentioned as such. you work should have synopsis, genre, warnings and word count before the main content. use a readmore cut after 500 words. add the tag ❝ @ : uc. ❞ in the first five tags for me to track it. alternatively, you can tag me in your work or send me the link to make sure your entry reaches me.

5 · minimum word count is 1k. you're free to write one shots ( 1k-3k ) full lengths fic ( 3k+ ) no headcanons, timestamps, drabbles, one shot text fics. if you choose to write a series ( written or smau ) please make sure to complete it once you've started. only full length completed works will be accepted. you're free to post teasers except it won't be reblogged. ( please note that the numbers in brackets are just approximate values and not limits )

6 · deadline is 31st december, 2023. you can drop out before may 31st. a link to the discord server for this collab will be provide once you're accepted, it's not mandatory to join. if you have any questions, you can send an ask or dm ( at chiyuv / shoyotime / torhues ) second keyword is tea.

SLOTS & FICS — ENTRIES IN GREEN ARE CLOSED

HEESEUNG · @dearhee

JAY · @notthatsamkim

JAKE · @amakumos / @asahicore

SUNGHOON · @taejays / @seungiepup / @redm4ri

SUNOO · @luvhyun3

1 ⋆ YKWIM : @astrae4

synopsis: Kim Sunoo is irrevocably in love with Park Y/N. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. However, things seem to be against him! Firstly, he’s an idol. Secondly, she’s also an idol! And finally, she’s Park Jongseong’s sister. However, Sunoo thinks his prayers have been heard! He just can’t believe that it had to take a scandal to be closer with his loml.

JUNGWON · @jennaissantes / @ayayiiie

RIKI · @yyunari / @jaeyunverse

1 ⋆ PEOPLE EATER : @homelycat

outline・countless unwanted meetings lead to an inevitable relationship. from begrudging small-talk to mellow confessions; patience and pride learn from one another.